"More important that your entire race?" The question hurt all the more because it was said with almost no emotion.I knew she was right, but what was I...to do? Derek planned on hurting me somehow, and I needed to be ready to deal with him, but at the same time, the human race depended on me too, though they didn't know it. If I wasn't ready to face the demons when they arrived, we were all doomed."I'll keep practicing," I promised her.And what better way to practice than right now? I flipped the. I was tired of being used by her. I had decided that I was not going to be used by anyone. If someone was going to be used, I was going to be the person that did the using. Saturdays in the fall were always busy at the bar. College football was in full swing, and the bar was always full of people watching the Bulldogs, Yellow Jackets, or Eagles. Drew had five televisions and each had a different game. The fans would gather around the TV their team was playing on and sit and watch. I enjoyed. I was so busy getting settled that I didn't have time for such emotions. I didn't know it at the time, but she didn't miss me that much either.With nothing else to do, I turned on the TV and flipped around but there wasn't anything interesting on. I decided to have a look at the adult offerings and chose a feature called "Suck-cessful Businessman". It featured a guy in a suit interviewing hot busty girls. It was incredibly corny, the guy would say "if you want the job, you should show me what. She turned up with another friend, Clare, who was nearly as big as Anna. She was about my height, had elegant dark eyes, self assured, with long wavy brown hair, wearing tiny sparkling ear studs, cool yellow sandals, and a long loose floral patterned cotton dress, lightly covering the curves of her magnificent breasts and bottom. I stumbled my words, closed my mouth and the door and tried not to stare. “God, I’m such a perv!” I thought, as I indulged myself with the view of her sturdy legs.